After talking to Tianman, Jiaoyang called Zhou Jingyao again, and said straight to the point: "The matter on my side has been done, where are you, how is it?" ”

"I'm fast, rest assured."

Zhou Jingyao took down his mobile phone, looked at the woman who was brought to him by the secretary, and said indifferently: "Sign it." ”

"No, I don't sign. Jing Yao, Jing Yao, I was wrong, please give me another chance. ”

Seeing that her pleas were fruitless, Ao Xin'er hurriedly knelt beside his bedside and kept pleading: "Husband, husband, I was wrong, can you forgive me, give me another chance."

", don't call me that."

A trace of disgust flashed in Zhou Jingyao's eyes: "Don't think I don't know about your little actions behind your back, I know everything about the Zhou family behind my back." Obviously, as the granddaughter-in-law of the Zhou family, she actually betrayed the family, do you know that if I tell all these things you did, it is not enough for you to die a thousand times. Originally, I wanted to divide a few houses for you and leave you a pension money, but now it seems that you don't want it. ”

Ao Xin'er's eyes were flustered, and tears fell down one by one: "It's not like this, husband, listen to me, I don't want to hurt you when I check those, I just want to check those, pinch the evidence in your hands, you have no way to divorce me, Jingyao!" ”

Zhou Jingyao glanced away, no longer looked at the woman in front of him who was crying and making him bored, and looked at the secretary next to him.

"Get her to sign."

Jiaoyang finished the phone call and returned home to pack up and move out. In the future, I don't have to see Zhou Zixiu's dead face, let alone how bright my mood is.

I just walked to the door and saw a golden head in the distance, waiting there.

"Xiao Jia?"

Jiaoyang was stunned and slowed down.

Sheng Jia turned around, revealing a delicate face, nodded at her, and walked towards her.

"Sister, are you divorced?" He probably guessed it.

Jiaoyang came up to him and nodded.

"And where are you going next?"

"I'm going to live alone."

Jiaoyang swept past him and walked into the house: "These, these, all moved, all mine, and over there, don't miss it, I don't want to come back again." ”

Sheng Jia followed her: "Don't you think about coming back, now the house is deserted, only me and my dad live." Dad him. I miss you too. ”

Jiao Yang turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Xiao Jia, have you ever heard of a sentence, girls have no home when they grow up, if you want to have a home, you can only become strong and become your own home." ”

"But." He watched her gaze grow sad and pulled her hand.

"I miss you too."

"I know you're going to miss me."

She tilted her head with a grin, looked at him, and touched his head.

"So, you just need to stay at home obediently, and when I am free or need you, I will call you and call you over, Xiao Jia."

After saying this, Jiaoyang ordered someone to pack her suitcase and turn around and leave without looking back.

"You're going to find Zhou Jingyao." He spoke suddenly.

Jiaoyang turned to look at him.

The young man smiled, tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth, and pulled out a smile: "I understand, sister." You can play as long as you want, but remember to go home when you've had enough. ”

Jiaoyang looked at him for a while and smiled.

Three months later, Zhou Jingyao's injured leg healed, and his body and face were healed, leaving no traces of the wound.

Finally, there is no need to be afraid of being photographed by the media and say: The dignified mayor was actually abused by his wife.

Jiaoyang and Zhou Jingyao held hands and came to a café.

A couple at the door was arguing, as if someone on one side had cheated on each other, and it was hard to hear each other. The little girl was very beautiful and dressed in flowers, and the man seemed to be a foreigner.

In the end, the girl took the hand of the new man and left without hesitation.

Jiaoyang glanced at it and looked away with little interest.

And Zhou Jingyao stood in place, looking at this scene, a little stunned.

"We won't be like that in the future, will we?" He reached out and gestured to the back of the girl and the man leaving.

Jiao Yang was already sitting at the table, ordering her favorite desserts, as well as coffee with milk and no sugar.

Seeing him ask, he looked up: "No." ”

She smiled and comforted him: "Why, we have only been together for a long time, and you are scared." ”

"Nope."

Zhou Jingyao immediately denied it and lowered his gaze.

Fifteen minutes later, the dessert had not yet been served, and Jiaoyang coffee was almost finished.

"I'm going to rush." Zhou Jingyao hurriedly got up.

Jiaoyang nodded, and after he left, his gaze swept around casually.

Suddenly, the body of a teenager settled.

He stands out from the crowd, clean and crisp, wearing a white shirt and jeans. At that moment, she seemed to see Zhou Zixiu when she was young and still unstained with dust.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Putting down the coffee in his hand, he walked over and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to him: "Hello, my name is Sheng Jiaoyang, can we get to know each other?" ”

The boy took off his headphones, first saw the hand in front of him, then raised his head, saw the delicate face in front of him, and looked at her in astonishment.

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Extra

"That's all for today's meeting, if you have any questions, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

After the crowd left, a young man in a suit stood in front of the window, looking out of the window in a daze.

Three years ago, my sister passed away, and the results of the examination said that she was sick from overwork, and she was tired of operating Sheng in the past few years. Thankfully, there was no pain after leaving.

Just like she hoped, it was still beautiful.

And Sheng's hard work, after she left, fell on his shoulders after all. My sister has carried the Sheng family since she was twelve years old, and the Sheng family is like a building about to collapse after the death of her grandfather. And he has experienced everything his sister has experienced since she was a child.

He finally understood the bitterness in his sister's heart, and why he had never stepped into the house since her divorce.

After all, the Sheng family is not worthy of her.

The people related to her, he still has intermittent contact. Ji Nan and Zhao Tianman had warned him a long time ago that if they dared to let the Sheng clan smash into his hands, they would dare to kill him tomorrow.

Sheng Jia smiled bitterly: How dare he? This is my sister's hard work.

As for Zhou Zixiu, he has rarely heard of him over the years, and it is said that after avoiding the limelight, he has stayed at home since then and has been in a slump.

And Zhou Jingyao seems to have suffered from depression a few years ago, and I don't know how he got it. I was taken by my family for treatment for a while, and it may take some time to recover.

Tianman walked through alley after alley until he finally reached a village.

"Ao Xin'er."

She stood at the entrance of a commissary and raised an eyebrow at the woman inside.

"Tianman?!"

Xin'er saw that she was coming, and hurriedly put down what she was doing.

The two friends hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they looked at each other and smiled.

Zhao Tianman walked and visited the surrounding scenes: "Xin'er, I didn't expect you to do well in this business." ”

Ao Xin'er smiled: "I stayed by Jing Yao's side before, I didn't study anything else, and I focused on these bits and pieces." In addition, I came from a big city, and when I arrived in the village, the people of the village respected me very much, except for novelties. I didn't see that I was a stranger, and I didn't know the place well, so they bullied me, but on the contrary, they helped me a lot. Originally, I came here to relax, but now I plan to stay permanently. ”

Zhao Tianman nodded: "If there is any difficulty that you need my help with, just mention it, and if you want to go back to the city to live one day, just tell me." I'll have eighteen Rolls-Royces drive you up. ”

Ao Xin'er couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I know that you are the most righteous." ”

Tianman lifted his chin and let out a "uh-huh".

Xin'er looked at her for a while, unconsciously, a little stunned.

Time flies so fast, they go from carefree girls in their teens to women in their twenties. Jiaoyang is also gone, and she, in a few more years, will be Ben San.

"Xin'er, then now, compared to before, when do you feel happier when you are still by Zhou Jingyao's side?"

Zhao Tianman thought that she would answer without hesitation now.

However, Ao Xin'er thought for a while, then smiled and replied: "It's hard to say, each has its own way of living." ”

Not all women necessarily want to be the heroine. Some people want to dedicate themselves to their careers, some want to dedicate themselves to their families, and some want to dedicate themselves to love.

No matter what choice they make, they are dedicated to themselves, and there is no right or wrong for them.

Sheng Jia was standing in front of the windowsill in a distraught when suddenly there was a knock on the door, breaking his thoughts.

The young man came back to his senses and straightened his collar: "Come in." ”

"Mr. Sheng, someone on the board of directors proposed to transfer the Sheng family from your sister's former chairman to your name. After all, she's been dead for three years, so it's not easy to handle a lot of things, you see."

Sheng Jia shook his head, and when he saw the familiar photo on the document, the familiar face, his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he was in another world.

"You don't have to."

The man was stunned: "What? ”

The boy turned his gaze to him, his eyes sharp: "I said, there is no need to do this. The Sheng family will always belong to my sister, but now that I am still alive, I help her manage the Sheng family. If it weren't for my sister, who would care if you guys lived or died! If you dare to say such a thing again in the future, I will dare to send you home tomorrow. ”

There was a round of applause at the door: "Well said." ”

Tianman carried his bag, pushed the door in, didn't look at the man in front of him, and walked straight to Sheng Jia: "If you dare to hesitate just now, the person who will be sent home tomorrow should be you." ”

Sheng Jia snorted and looked at her: "Why are you here?" ”

In the past few years, he and this woman have hated each other. If it weren't for his sister, maybe they wouldn't have had anything to do with each other in this life.

"Jiaoyang's third anniversary, what's the matter, as the person she cares about the most when she lives in this world, can't I come?"

Tianman hugged his hands to his chest and snorted coldly.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the man hurriedly said goodbye: "That. Mr. Sheng, I'll go first. ”

Tianman looked at his back: "What is the president of Sheng, hearing others call you like this, even if I know that you are only temporarily taking over this position, I really feel uncomfortable." ”

As she spoke, the boy ignored her and took the lead outside.

The two cars drove to the cemetery one after the other, and each placed a bouquet of flowers in front of her grave, only to find that someone had already been there.

Sheng Jia couldn't help but want to kick it, if it weren't for the fear of disturbing his sister, he would have kicked it a long time ago.

It's really unlucky.

"It should be Zhou Jingyao or Zhou Zixiu, Ji Nan I have contacted, and he is still on the road, he is stuck in traffic."

Zhao Tianman pulled his sunglasses down.

Sheng Jia turned around and left.

"Hey, where are you going?" Tianman stopped him, "Aren't you going to spend a little more time with your sister?" "She's so lonely.

Sheng Jia's footsteps paused.

But she didn't necessarily want to see him a little longer.

"The company still has something to deal with for me."

"Please," Tianman couldn't help but complain, "How do you live the same life as your sister back then." ”

Sheng Jia pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Hey, what are your plans for the future?" She asked again.

"Manage the company well for my sister, raise the next successor, and then die, go to her."

The boy raised his head and looked at the sky, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Although all these years have passed, they still don't understand the meaning of the sentence she said at the beginning, "The name Sheng Jiaoyang can't represent me, but I represent the three words Sheng Jiaoyang".

But at least I understood the meaning of her other words, and I knew that she really did it.

And that's—

Sheng doesn't represent her, but she represents Sheng!